Words will end me

It's easy to look and judge 

But it's not easy to actually interrogate

It's easy to hear all stories 

But it's not easy to ask if true?

For society, its so easy to float on drifting words or judgements

It is so easy to let the words drift to far before realising there's no way it will come back to its origin

Every word matters

Every word enters through the ears 

Then to the brain to analyse 

Then to the heart

The heart, the part that can take words and do what ever it wants with it 

Listen or ignore?

My ears have adapted to absorbing my defects 

My failures

My downfalls 

No good 

My brain has adapted to becoming ready to not change those words and make it inspiring, positive or happy

And that's where it ends 

My heart has made itself rock hard

It has protected itself from these words

You see what I'm trying to say is 

Those words 

Are the reason my heart stopped trying to beat

And the reason my brain waits to expire 

And the reason my ears wait to deafen

These words will end me .